Luyện nghe bài hát Sonnet 20

A woman's face with nature's own hand
Hast thou the mistress of my passion
A gentle heart but not acquainted
With change as is false women's fashion

An eye more bright than theirs false in rolling
Gilding the whereupon it gazeth
A man in hue all hues in his
Which steals men's eyes and souls amazeth

And for a woman wert thou first
nature as she wrought thee fell a-doting
And by addition me of defeated
By adding one thing to my purpose

But since she thee out for women's pleasure
Mine be thy love and thy use their treasure